Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.